Qiao Yun's face was pinched between Lu Zhanxing's hands, her lips slightly pouted as she mumbled unclearly, "Don't pinch."
Only then did Lu Zhanxing realize the outrageous act he had committed. To dare pinch Professor Qiao's face like it was dough, he really had some nerve.
He withdrew his hand, touched his nose, and said, "I just couldn't help myself, Brother."
"Alright, I forgive you."
"Thank you, little sister."
Look, it wasn't that he always wanted to pinch his little sister's face. It was her, with her small face so stern and serious, speaking like a little grown-up.
She was really so adorable.
...
Qiao Yun went upstairs, sat on the edge of her bed and spaced out for a while, thinking about the mysterious organization Pei Ya had mentioned today. She took out her phone and sent a message to Pei Ya.
[I need some things.]
[Boss, just tell me what you need.]
Qiao Yun told Pei Ya what she required.
[Received, consider it done.]
